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day: 11
choice of ingredient: tropic blooms
prompt: sweetpea and honeyshuckle scan through the new list of ingredients with fresh sets of eyes. the pink feline eagerly thinks of today’s aroma ingredient; honeyshuckle lightly shares her excitement, but sweetpea wants to change things up just for today.
“honey?”
“peaaaa”
“can i get the flowers?”
“eh — alone?”
“alone,” mew nervously affirms.
honeyshuckle casts a thoughtful, unblinking look at sweetpea, whose eyes are darting everywhere else.
“if that’s what you want, go for it!” honeyshuckle finally says, trying to make its tone gentle and lighthearted. “please, just be careful.” sweetpea, only half-convinced, nods to please her companion. mew shyly bumbles off into the forest after politely dismissing purrself.
it feels different without honeyshuckle by her side; strange and quiet. extraordinarily strange and extraordinarily quiet. the absence of honey’s mischievous and chaotic tendencies will certainly make the quest less dramatic (for better or for worse). sweetpea focused on mew soft breathing and gentle pawsteps; she never noticed how soft the grass was, how wonderfully the aerial pokemon sang, how calming the whispering of rustling leaves was; what sort of secrets are those leaves exchanging, purr thought. she was sure honeyshuckle would make up some sort of wild story on the spot; eir story-telling was flawless.
sweetpea followed the whispers of the gossping leaves, paying attention to the shifts in floral aroma. eventually, they began to strengthen. the meganium coven had to be close. sweetpea felt incredibly safe in spite of being alone as a small kitten in a big forest. mew came upon a series of colorful huts, adorned with brightly painted flowers and clay pots in funky shapes. the flora was divine and gorgeous in this area. the sound of harmonious thrums and singing rang about.
sweetpea tentatively padded onto the cobblestone pavement, cautiously looking to and fro as if mew’s committed some heinous crime. she scuttles toward the melodious noises and finds a group of meganium, outstretched in relaxation on layers of quilts, fluffy blankets, and throw pillows. they make lighthearted conversation; one turns to look at sweetpea and gives the feline the kindest smile.
“aren’t you the sweetest thing? come, darling, join us.” sweetpea modestly scampers forward in reply.
“hello,” the politely kitten greets. a chorus of greetings falls from the welcoming meganium. purr lays down in loaf formation, taking a few minutes to gather courage. “is it okay for me to have a couple of petals?” the meganium coven instantly replies with sincere agreement.
“of course, dear! if i may have a moment, i shed a few petals last week; let me grab those for you.” sweetpea hid her excited smile with purr paw. upon receiving the petals, she stayed an extra bit to observe the serene meganiums’ mingling. the sun began to set.
“you’re welcome back any time, dear,” they repeatedly affirmed the pink feline. she bashfully skittered back to auntie’s. honeyshuckle tackles mew in a hug.
“i missed youuuuu,” ey groans.
“i missed you tooooooo,” she replies. it was not a lie, but purr later realizes that, in spite of honeyshuckle’s absence, she had a pleasant time. what a fascinating development…
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archive: here!
previous post: here! day 7
day: 11
choice of ingredient: tropic blooms
prompt: sweetpea and honeyshuckle scan through the new list of ingredients with fresh sets of eyes. the pink feline eagerly thinks of today’s aroma ingredient; honeyshuckle lightly shares her excitement, but sweetpea wants to change things up just for today.
“honey?”
“peaaaa”
“can i get the flowers?”
“eh — alone?”
“alone,” mew nervously affirms.
honeyshuckle casts a thoughtful, unblinking look at sweetpea, whose eyes are darting everywhere else.
“if that’s what you want, go for it!” honeyshuckle finally says, trying to make its tone gentle and lighthearted. “please, just be careful.” sweetpea, only half-convinced, nods to please her companion. mew shyly bumbles off into the forest after politely dismissing purrself.
it feels different without honeyshuckle by her side; strange and quiet. extraordinarily strange and extraordinarily quiet. the absence of honey’s mischievous and chaotic tendencies will certainly make the quest less dramatic (for better or for worse). sweetpea focused on mew soft breathing and gentle pawsteps; she never noticed how soft the grass was, how wonderfully the aerial pokemon sang, how calming the whispering of rustling leaves was; what sort of secrets are those leaves exchanging, purr thought. she was sure honeyshuckle would make up some sort of wild story on the spot; eir story-telling was flawless.
sweetpea followed the whispers of the gossping leaves, paying attention to the shifts in floral aroma. eventually, they began to strengthen. the meganium coven had to be close. sweetpea felt incredibly safe in spite of being alone as a small kitten in a big forest. mew came upon a series of colorful huts, adorned with brightly painted flowers and clay pots in funky shapes. the flora was divine and gorgeous in this area. the sound of harmonious thrums and singing rang about.
sweetpea tentatively padded onto the cobblestone pavement, cautiously looking to and fro as if mew’s committed some heinous crime. she scuttles toward the melodious noises and finds a group of meganium, outstretched in relaxation on layers of quilts, fluffy blankets, and throw pillows. they make lighthearted conversation; one turns to look at sweetpea and gives the feline the kindest smile.
“aren’t you the sweetest thing? come, darling, join us.” sweetpea modestly scampers forward in reply.
“hello,” the politely kitten greets. a chorus of greetings falls from the welcoming meganium. purr lays down in loaf formation, taking a few minutes to gather courage. “is it okay for me to have a couple of petals?” the meganium coven instantly replies with sincere agreement.
“of course, dear! if i may have a moment, i shed a few petals last week; let me grab those for you.” sweetpea hid her excited smile with purr paw. upon receiving the petals, she stayed an extra bit to observe the serene meganiums’ mingling. the sun began to set.
“you’re welcome back any time, dear,” they repeatedly affirmed the pink feline. she bashfully skittered back to auntie’s. honeyshuckle tackles mew in a hug.
“i missed youuuuu,” ey groans.
“i missed you tooooooo,” she replies. it was not a lie, but purr later realizes that, in spite of honeyshuckle’s absence, she had a pleasant time. what a fascinating development…
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